Hidden World

Chapter Seven: Death & Doctors

I ran to my mothers room. Every person I ran by in the hospital stared at me. I skid to a stop at the end of the hall way. I saw three doctors and two nurses standing in front of my moms hospital room. I froze. One doctor made his way over to me.

"I assume you're Emma? Her daughter?"

I nodded.

"You're mother was bleeding internally, and we rushed her into surgery. There was to much blood loss. She passed on the operating table. I'm.. I'm sorry for your loss." He gave me a sympathetic look and went back to the other doctors and nurses. I felt like time froze and everything was silent. Memories of my mom flashed. Her pushing me on a swing, taking me to see a movie, making breakfast, then my dad's funeral. I slid down to my knees and before I could stop myself, or even realized it, I was screaming.

Arms were all around me, eyes locked on me. I was trying to break through the doctors grip to get to her room. I didn't believe it. She couldn't be gone.

"Miss! I'm going to have to ask you to calm down! Miss!" One doctor shouted to me.

I don't remember leaving the hospital or driving home. It was a blur of thoughts and memories. I was still sitting in my truck. My head laying against the steering wheel. It's October and the temperature was dropping. I shivered and breathed out and fog of air. I leaned up and got out of the truck, trudging to the door. I hesitated before going in, and I stood there in the doorway. The house still looked the same. A few dishes in the sink, my books on the table one cracked open, everything. But it didn't feel the same, and it never would be the same. Never again would I smell my mom making breakfast, her shouting to me to be safe on the way to school or somewhere. Never hear her say 'I love you' again.

I was still leaning against the door, when I felt eyes on me. I turned around and looked out of the sliding glass doors. There were a pair of blue eyes staring at me from the edge of the woods that surround my house. Rage and anger flooded through. I jerk the door open and ran out to the middle of the yard. The eyes never leaving me.

"What do you want from me!" I shouted as loud as I could to the wolf. It slowly stepped out of the darkness of the woods. I breathed heavy,and waited for the large gray wolf to try attacking me once again, but it didn't. It just looked at me with pleasing eyes, and walked back into the woods. I went back inside freezing and confused. I looked at a family picture hanging up on the wall and broke. I shoved all the books off the table, knocked a lamp off a table, kicked over the trash can, and pushed over the coffee table in the living room. I fell in front of the couch. Tears stinging my eyes, and cried myself to sleep.

There was a knocking at the door. I blinked a few times then fully opened my eyes. I looked around the house seeing the disaster from my break down, then to the door. My moms closest friend stood at the glass doors looking at me confused and then came in.

"You should really lock this door, and what happened here?" She sounded as if everything were okay. I stood up from the floor and went into the kitchen. Kate started picking up the trash. I made coffee for us and helped pick up the books.

"Wolves? You have a research project or something?" I gave her a sad smile and sat down at the dining room table.

Kate put the news on and I looked at her. "Kate, not that I don't like having you here, but what are you doing here?"

She stared at me for a second and said," Well I figured we could have some coffee and go see your mom at the hospital, I am sure she would be happy to see us."

My heart stung with pain and my mind broke with the memory of last night. I breathed in deep. Preparing to tell her, when the anchor man's voice broke in.

"A few days ago there was a car crash on the main road, last night the patient passed leaving her daughter with no one." He babbled on, but I stopped listening. Kate turned off the TV and looked at me with a pained look.

"Oh, honey." Tears formed at the corners of her eyes. She pulled me into a hug and we cried together.

Later in the day, after we cleaned up the house to distract ourselves, police knocked at my door and we went to the city council. We worked out an agreement that I would continue living in the house, since I would be 17 soon and it would only be a year until I was 18, and Kate would come check on me and sort of care for me every week.

I went home alone and didn't go to school for a week. My phone rang at least three times everyday, each time being a different message from Delilah.

"Emma, I'm worried about you, you rarely miss school now you're missing a week what's going on?"

"Emma I saw the news, I'm so sorry, call me."

"I'm getting really worried, you haven't answered or been at school."

All the messages were similar. Monday came around again, and I decided I should return to school in spite of my grief.

I drove myself to school and when I walked through the doors everyone stared at me. Each expression filled with pity. Delilah made her way to me and hugged me tight. She didn't ask why I hadn't returned her calls, didn't scold me for not coming to school, she did exactly what I needed her to do. Be there for me.

Throughout the day people came up to me saying the same things,"I'm sorry for your loss. It will be okay. I'm so sorry." I gave them all the same answer, a sad smile and a pathetic thank you.